Happy Birthday
For a man with a moustache…
Happy Birthday
For a man with a moustache…
Tag: postcard
Pollockshields pipe smoker man
At a café in Pollockshields, this man, approached very slowly. He was old and moved stiffly. He stood outside the café looking in. The woman in the café acknowledge him and he gave a subtle nod and sat himself in a chair outside.
He was puffing away at his pipe continually and contentedly. The woman in the café brought out his drink. This is clearly a daily unspoken ritual.
He had hands like tree branches and skin like bark. A dog (a Scottie) on the next table started barking at traffic. The pipe smoker man slowly reached in a bag and pulled out a packet of dog treats. He struggled to open the foil wrap and the woman in the café, who was by now sat chatting with him for company, reached over and took the treats and opened them. She handed them back, wiped her hands on her apron and came back inside. Not a word, was spoken in this transaction.
The pipe smoker man leaned over the table and the Scottie licked its lips and gingerly took the treat from the mans stubby twig fingers.
Seated Woman, Melbourne
This sketch is from a huge set of drawings and paintings from the magnificent Avalon Mansion (now destroyed), Albert Park Melbourne. This was one of the first poses from a massive day of drawing and painting (and wine drinking and listening to great music).
Café Culture, Camberwell
Café Culture in Camberwell is the cheap nosh hub for Camberwell Art College students.
This is another obstruction picture – where the thing blocking the thing becomes the thing. Not long after, the petrol station in the background was razed and a tremendously ugly student accommodation block was put there. The irony of such ugliness was not wasted on some of the students and staff at Camberwell Art College next door – being built next to the eccentric looking ‘brutalist’ college, which in turn is built next to an earnestly provincial Arts & Crafts block. This new build, like so much other modern architecture, ignores its surroundings and just sits there as popular and congruous as a turd in a bed. There’s no sky left.
Seated woman in leopard print
Pencil and watercolour on postcard
Ukulele Baby
Woman with ukulele. Drawn individually onto 18 blank postcards.
Dorothy’s Red Shoes – Random Postcard Project
This was one of my first postcards – for the Random postcard project. For the project, one emailed a number from 1–100 to a special address, and received back a word. This word was to be illustrated on a postcard for display.
My work was featured alongside that of many other unknown and known artists/illustrators.
I was super proud to have my work featured in several media outlets including Design Week and Time Out next to the Herculean talent of Ralph Steadman. I felt like a complete charlatan in such esteemed company, but there we are. On a digression, I later met him at a talk at the V&A. I gave him a drawing on a postcard that I’d made during the talk (sadly no picture of it), and he wrote out one of his poems on a set of postcards in his wonderful spidery handwriting for me. It’s not true that you should never meet your heroes.
http://www.random-project.co.uk